YOU'VE GOT MAIL -MY VERY FIRST ON LINE DATE
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By Kevin McLean
I seldom go into chat rooms anymore; I figure it is a waste of my time and since I am so busy with my studies and my internship I just leave it alone. But this one night, it was one of those dreadful Miami winter nights…if you can call it a winter here, it was around 50 degrees and a drizzle was sort of falling almost fog-like it made the night look surreal.
I wasn’t going out on a night like that so after I checked my usual favorite porn places I got distracted by a statement some guy made in the comment section and even gave the web site. I was curious and connected to it only to find out it was one of these boring, bitchy queens sounding off until someone came on and posted: “Any hot dude in the Miami area up for some serious fun?”
First thing I did was try to read his profile. He had none. That is a bad sign. Then I waited until I read more of what he was writing and it got more of my attention. He said he was Cuban and straight but that once in a while he liked to get his cock sucked and Cuban girls…that is no respectable Cuban girl would actually agree to go down on his cock. Then he added that even if they did, they would have a hard time getting his cock into their mouths due to the big size of his cock.
Now he had my undivided attention…Cuban with a big cock…he probably was either old or bad looking…a real dog or both. I wrote: “I’m in the Miami area and I love to suck Cuban cocks”.
He then wrote: “do you have a camera hooked to your computer?”
In those days that was unheard of as very few people even had computers let alone web cameras. So I told him I didn’t but I did tell him to go to my profile where he could read my stats and see a photo of myself; this is the picture I had:
He responded in record time. “What part of town are you in?”
“Coral Gables, how about letting me see a photo of you?”
“Ok, here it goes…” and he posted this picture: 
I wasn’t terribly impressed but still kept on going and I asked him if he wanted to meet later, in an hour or two. He said yes that he was in Hialeah and he lived with his mom and two sisters and was presently separated from his wife. I thought…separated? That is good, the guy has to be horny as shit.
Then he went on this rant about not being gay and that he would only go for a blow job so that he wanted to make that clear.
I told him then that it was cool with me, he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do and we would meet at a Denny’s on Jejune so that if he didn’t like me he could still leave and not go through with it.
Something like that. Straight to the point. I was looking to get my ass pounded, and I wanted a hot straight looking guy to do it. I wanted to get a butch macho Cuban…I love them. I wanted a guy to pull my hair as he plugged my ass and called me a Fag in Spanish.
One thing though. He's never been with a guy before and he wanted to stress that point. Lots of women, but no guys. And I think to myself: what the hell we're all pink on the inside, right? So I agree to meet with him and ask him to come to my apartment.
A few minutes before I left he sends another message: "Do you eat ass?"
Do I eat ass? Do fish like water?
Let me tell you; some people have hobbies. They collect stamps, or do sports, run, camp out, or just watch football games on a couch while drinking beer. At least that is what most straight guys do. I am not sure what straight Cuban guys do…I suppose they play a little baseball, get into a game of dominoes and brag about the tits they had that weekend.
Me? I eat ass. Ass is my favorite food. I am into rimming and into armpits. If I had to pick just one sexual act to perform for the rest of my life, it would be giving rim jobs to guys who had asses that you can bust walnuts in after having smelled and licked those delicious, sweaty, hairy armpits. Mmm, I'm getting' a hard on just thinking about it.
So I texted back: "Yeah, why?" Don’t want to seem too eager, right? So, he's like "Cool."
And he pulls up in this Jeep, as I watched through the window at Denny’s. I knew it was him. And 
I'm telling you; a Jeep? I knew I was going to get fucked well. And if his cock was as big as he said then I was going to be walking with a limp the next day.
Was I ever wrong.
So he comes in, looks around the restaurant and I waved. He waved back and proceeded to walk to the booth. He looked better in person and he was also tall…I had figured him to be kind of short. Also, he looked even younger in person. He shook my hand and sat down. He kept looking at me with some degree of fascination…I think that he liked what he saw: a twenty something very Anglo guy who was good looking and well built. So I excused myself to go to the bathroom…I did it on purpose so he could take a look at my bubble butt.
I returned from the tea room and the waitress had brought coffee. He ordered some hash browns and I wasn’t hungry. So I started the conversation by asking him what he did for a living. I should have guessed by looking at his fingernails…they were black. He was an auto mechanic and you know that mechanics can never get all that engine grease off their fingernails…and also, there is a smell lingering on their bodies even after they showered…it is gasoline. It can be a turn on as well.
We leave Denny’s and got into my car he followed me in his Jeep and we arrived at my house so I rush him back to my patio and strip him by the swimming pool.
The one thing that I noticed was that he was on the thin side, scrawny even. He was not really uncomfortable being naked and I got my first look at his cock. I thought that it was nice, uncut and it started to grow…You know those scrawny guys tend to have big peckers.
And he's sitting on the couch in my back porch, and he's hard as a rock. I'm impressed, but that’s not the point. I get down in front of him and I started blowing him and apparently I'm doing a good job because he's got his head back and is moaning and voicing unintelligible sounds…some of which was in Spanish. Then he walked over to the water’s edge by the canal.
I start playing with his ass also figuring he he's going to tell me to stop. Nope, allows me and even raises his legs to give me better access. He lets me continue. But then he had asked if I liked to eat ass. Some straight guys like that and they don’t like to get fucked…I thought he was one of those.
I should have known what was coming next.
He looks down at me and is like "Will you fuck me?" And for a second I was going to kick his ass, but then I thought to myself. "What self respecting queen would turn down fucking a straight Cuban? The answer? None.
So I lube him up and flip him over; and what's the first thing I see? A big old tattoo of a cross and some words I could not understand…they were strategically placed right in the middle of his lower back.
Me: "Nice Tat."
"Thanks"
Then I went down on that fine, fine ass.
I've had better asses; Skippy, my first boyfriend was a varsity football player and a wrestler. But I've also had worse, so I wasn't complaining, and he was grinding back like this was the last time anyone would see that asshole. I was in little pig heaven.
When he was nice and tongue fucked, I lubed up and proceeded to stick it in. not giving him much time before I started pounding that hole.
“yeah, si, si, singame, si, si, que rico papi, ah, ah, ah, duro, si, si” and apparently that was just what he wanted, because 4 or 5 minutes later he was shooting his wad all over the old sheet I put down on that bed.
The best part? When I was about to come, I pulled out and put it in his face. He started blowing me. It was great.
I fucked a straight guy. Although I am a bottom, I prefer to get fucked, I felt accomplished and I even got him to taste his own ass and my cum.
A couple of weeks passed and I was in that same chat room when I get: “Kevin, it’s Eduardo, would you like some company? I can come over in half an hour”.
Eduardo? I couldn’t place the name. He had signed Ed and to me Eduardo was unfamiliar. It took me a while to put two and two together and it was then that I told him that I was a bottom, I preferred to get fucked…he didn’t even hesitate…he said he would fuck me.
He came over and he did fuck me…gave me a very good, spirited and satisfying ass work out. He came back five 
more times. But on that second visit, his cell phone rang…it was back in the days when phones were as big as bricks and weighed just as much. His conversation was in Spanish and from what I could tell he was talking to his wife and telling her that he had gone to get a car started for one of his customers.
I think that is the part where he actually lied to me. I am almost certain that he was not separated from his wife at the time we met and never was. He was just looking for some male sex. He then stopped coming over and he called me to explain that he had gotten back together with his wife.
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